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Some things are for the ants to bite like the tip of your toe or the corner of a book or bits of leaves The tiny holes add character I find myself searching for the source perhaps they're tucked away in some crack or corner and are waiting to be found out or hiding until they can make their escape the ants dig fortresses beneath the surface find the crevices unknown to man explore the depths of the smallest worlds I try to shrink down to their size fold my body into itself become as small as I always wish I can be unnoticeable except to the keenest eye and hopelessly fail every time the ants don't notice they are caught up in their own small world where the grass is a forest and sidewalk cracks are canyons Sometimes our small is impossibly large and the ants don't mind.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Ode to the Ants
Some things are for the ants to bite like the tip of your toe or the corner of a book or bits of leaves The tiny holes add character I find myself searching for the source perhaps they're tucked away in some crack or corner and are waiting to be found out or hiding until they can make their escape the ants dig fortresses beneath the surface find the crevices unknown to man explore the depths of the smallest worlds I try to shrink down to their size fold my body into itself become as small as I always wish I can be unnoticeable except to the keenest eye and hopelessly fail every time the ants don't notice they are caught up in their own small world where the grass is a forest and sidewalk cracks are canyons Sometimes our small is impossibly large and the ants don't mind.
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Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
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